I have intense feelings and I don’t have any choice but to share them. That’s just the way I’m wired. I love powerfully. I hurt deeply. I experience joy with open exuberance.
I don’t hide my feelings well. If you’re paying any attention at all, you know where you stand with me, because I wear my heart on my sleeve.
But there are times — very rare times — when everything feels numb. When that happens, it means that some part of me — maybe a little part or maybe a big part — has finally died after an extended period of intense pain. It happens without warning, although it’s always predictable in retrospect.
I went numb today. It feels like walking in a driving rainstorm without an umbrella — and not caring what anybody else thinks.

Don’t believe angry words and deception from a wounded heart
Insanity is part of being human – and we’re all potentially unstable
We often live in the tension between known and unknown
In defense of the legal right to anonymous speech, political lies
UPDATE: No, I really haven’t died; I’ve just lost my sense of purpose
Though it’s helpful to have talent, that won’t guarantee success
Booing Ron Paul evidence that voters don’t want honest conversation
Angry and bitter people often misunderstand one another